Please cross whatever you have.

There has been a schism in Grandma Secretary’s firm. I’m not sure what went down, precisely, but I know it involves the female partner and the female associate packing up their briefcases and clearing out their offices. The day after they announced their imminent departure, the firm had their nameplates taken off of their doors. There are hushed rumours of lawsuits. Grandma Secretary has spent the last two days muttering “Jeezle Pete,” “Oh, Lordy,” and “I’m just gonna kill myself” in angry tones.

What does this mean for your Beloved Author? Well, there ought to be a little less yelling around here (once the initial chaos dies down), and, even better, two offices are being freed up.

See this?

This is what comes of squeezing the paralegal (who also serves as secretary and office manager) into a space this big:

I mentioned to Lawyer that it might be a good idea to look into taking over one of the newly empty offices, and he agreed! It will only happen if we can get the price down a bit, though.

Wish on your nearest star for me, ‘kay? I could really use more room. And if it doesn’t work out, be prepared with your ropes and shovels. I might need some help clambering out of here.

About

I write. I knit. I kvetch. Lately, I’ve been endeavoring to undermine the patriarchy while simultaneously making a sweater. If I succeed, I will nominate myself for the Guinness Book of World Records and then throw a party.
I can be e-mailed at ucc3llina at gmail dot com.